here a doodle, hair a doodle, everywhere a doodle...

A friend of mine emailed me a copy of her "doodle". She said this is what she does while on the phone! It's wild, I call it Spaghetti doodle!

I'll admit I doodle too, but I only make circles that I then turn into little flowers. Kinda boring in comparison.

Now this wonderful tea towel I would love to have, unfortunately she is sold out! The artist's name is Camilla Engman.

I was at a recent art festival and there it was, an entire booth of doodle! The artists work was a little more than I could afford all except for this tiny 3" vase. I knew I had to have my very own spaghetti doodle!

So, here's the question; if you're drawing while on the phone, is it only doodling and yet if you sale your doodle is it then called art?

Maybe, I'll commission my friend to do her spaghetti doodle and turn it into my art! Hmm!

Where did you learn to use analogies?

OK, I just heard one of the cruelest things I've heard in a really long time. I must be getting old and have been out of the game for too long.

When did we start teaching our kids to use analogies to let people down? Do they think this hurts less because they gave them a letter and an explanation?

My sister told me today, that her daughter (which is in junior high) received a letter from a friend explaining why she doesn't want to be friends with her anymore!
Here's part of the letter:

Dear Caitlyn,
Friendship is like a soccer game; right now you've been in the game too long, it's time for you to sit on the sidelines. It's time to bring my other friends in the game... but I still Love you.

Are you kidding me? When I was growing up, we just said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore or I don't like you anymore or just, Go home!"

I could be wrong; there could be something to this analogy thing! nah!

What I'm thankful for on this Thanksgiving...

...to have been able to eat off these dishes from Thanksgivings past.

These were the dishes we would use at both Thanksgiving and Christmas for many years of my life. My mom bought them from her local grocery store a few pieces at a time over 35 years ago.

The tradition was the same, Dad would get them down from the attic each holiday, wash and dry each piece by hand (Dad didn't believe in dishwashers; well he kinda did, us!) But this chore was his and his alone.

My mother passed away in 2000, the rest of my family is out West and up North, but these wonderful dishes are down South with me.

So, to all my family and friends, Happy Thanksgiving!

Hey "butt" head...now that's just plain rude!

Have you ever walked up on something like this?

I didn't notice it getting out of my car, but getting back in, I looked down and there it was...

Who ever you are, the world is not you trashcan! Cigarette filters are made from cellulose acetate, which is a biodegradable resistant material.

Let me tell you what I think I know about you "butt" head.

1) You're probably female (white butts)

2) You want to get your money's worth (smoking them to the end)

3) You probably had to do without something and bitched you had no money! (with over 40 butts there; that's almost $10.00!)

4) You probably forced a child or two to breathe in that toxic second hand smoke!

The world thanks you, I thank you!

Generation "Smug"?

Well...finally we're starting to talk about a very big social issue that affects us all.

My child is 30 yrs. old (OMG! that makes me really old!), so when I listen to parents of children nowadays ask in true bewilderment, "why is this happening? I don't understand".

Hey, raising my son wasn't a "bed of roses" it was more like a "bed of nails", but I always was aware I would someday send him into the world of adulthood. My most overused line to him was; "life isn't fair, suck it up!"

Here's a rather simple explanation. Thank you so much Dr. Keith Ablow!